The Songs Are My Lexicon.

The Best Songs Are The Songs You Write That You Don't Know Anything About. They're An Escape.

Beyond Here Lies Nothin' But The Mountains Of The Past

If You Don't Have To Write Songs, Why Write Them? I've Got Enough Where I Don't Really Feel The Urge To Write Anything Additional.

The Enemy Is Subtle, How Be It We Are So Deceived, When Truth's In Our Hearts And We Still Don't Believe.

Someone Handed Me Mexico City Blues In St. Paul [minnesota] In 1959 And It Blew My Mind. It Was The First Poetry That Spoke My Own Language.